Idle-Tears

 Five acres of land, largely covered in woods, with a log cabin nestled gently in its center. Bordering one side, a mild walk away, is the shore of Lake Huron, whose consistently rocky shores deter the weak-hearted and weak-footed. On the opposite side, also thankfully far from the house, is M25. At night, the distant wooshing of semi-trucks flying by is the lullaby of this land. The trees stood tall, asprotectors, shielding me from the sun above, from people and distant neighbors on all sides, from being seen or found except by those who know where to look. The original, full sized property belonged to my great-grand-relations. My mother

In the Dark I am standing here in front of you I see my face, a face, a mask No longer me, myself and I Now it is but someone else Someone new, someone different, another me You come along and I see you, you don't see me A facade goes up, I hide No longer is there a we With this secret in the dark, we are apart There is you and there is me I want to say it, I want it said Your reaction unknown, your thoughts unknown I want this out, I want it heard I'm not just a boy, but a changed man Please listen, please accept The facade goes and there I stand This secret and I are one The secret is me A secret no longer a mystery I